Surely not tufts of pure, cold clean snow?
Big crusty eye boogies and trails of yellow snot
fleeing the young nose of her perfect little tot.
A visit to Kaiser and amoxicillin where her sweet little baby was confirmed to be illin'.
And who over yonder makes the ground swell? None other than our own little Jezebel.
Oh yes and just when it couldn't get any better, the illness, it got her and vetted to bed her.
"But why Whoozyermama are you in such a snit?"
T'was the flu that got me and not that Brad Pitt.
4 comments:
Wow! I didn't know you were a poet! Sorry that everyone is sick. Did you get a flu shot? Hmmm....guess not! Me, either. Don't believe in them.
Nope--no flu shot but I'll ask the Dr. for one. It wouldn't hurt, right?
The one I'm looking for is the rotavirus vaccine. That's the WORST!
That just blows, my friend!
We had the same xmas...such joy! ours was very similar to the blueberry pie scene in Stand By Me....so knarly! I am on day three of cleaning and I think I finally got it all.
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